Stupid decisions

"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT!" Said a high pitched voice.

"You know exactly what im talking about Petra. Dont play dumb." Came a dangerously low tone.

"Obviously I dont if im asking you!"

"That sounds like something only a skanky whore would say."

"LEVI!"

This arguement has been going on for what seemed like fucking hours. I get home from work and the first thing this bitch does is stand infront of me, glareing and blocking my way to my fucking bedroom. So I do whats only natural for me and glare back. I ask her what the fuck is her problem and she asks me about where and who are all the letters from. I get even more pissed off by the fact that she is not only blocking my way from a nice hot shower, but this bitch is fucking snooping through my stuff.

I eventually push passed her and walk into my bedroom. The door would have slammed in her face if not for her to fucking barge into my room. She asked again about the letters but I refuse to answer her so I just ignore her. Petra seemed to grow balls in the time span of a few seconds because soon I feel multiple envelopes collide with me. I look down to see some of the letters already out the envelope and just knowing the fact that this whore rea d some of these did nothing but raise my temper to sky levels. Thats how this whole arguement started. It soon esculated as I threw indirects about her and Oluo's scheme.

Now im standing by the window and silently planning how im going to explain this bitches death after I throw her out the fucking window, along with her shitty stuff that she bought with my credit card.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A WHORE! I HAVE ONLY BEEN WITH YOU SINCE THIS RELATIONSHIP STARTED!"

"I never called you a whore Petra."

"You said that it sounded like what a whore would say! IS THAT NOT MENTIONING ME!" Did this bitch even graduate? What grade did she get up to?

"Hmph no. I was not including you my dear. I was simply saying the what you said sounded like what a whore would say. You are the one calling yourself a whore because I never once mentioned your name in my comment. Only what you said sounded like a whore who uses her current boyfriend for money."

"... I AM NOT CALLING MYSELF A WHORE!"

"Believe what you want. If this offended you so much then maybe you are a whore. Hmm... thinking about it now... the title fits you pretty well."

"FUCK YOU LEVI. I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG FOR YOU TO TREAT ME THIS WAY! FUCK THIS!"

"Is that not what a whore says when she really wants dick?"

"I cant believe you!" Oh the bitch is crying now. How sad <- Not at all.

"I can say the same to you. I can also say that I have every right to treat you this way." I said as I moved away from the window and toward Petra, who had tears in her eyes.

"Listen closely my dear." I said once I was infront of her.

"You will not be getting anymore of my money. Not one penny from my hard earned cash. I suggest that you..." I moved closer so I could whisper into her ear.

"Call Oluo and tell him that I know about your little scheme." I pulled away. Smirking on how her eyes were wide and full of disbelief.

I had walked away then. Grabbing my keys and putting on my coat. As I neared the elevator, I said in a amused tone.

"Better start planning on where you're gonna live because you have a week to get the fuck out my home."

I didnt even wait for her to respond. She was most definatly calling Oluo and telling him the news. I didnt give a flying fuck either. I saw it as an accomplishment actually. Once shes gone, I can focus on getting Eren back... if I ever see him again.

~An hour later~

It has been 4 whole weeks since I heard Eren in that alley way. Each day I would recieve one or two letters from that blonde chick at the café. Each letter breaking my soul even more. So you can understand why I froze up when I walked into the café and my eyes landed on him.

My first instinct was to go over to him and hug him. I would've did it if not for him tensing up and yelling for me to stop after I took three steps. The blonde chick was soon standing between me and Eren, looking ready to strike if I moved any closer.

He had asked me why I was in the café and I had told him the truth. I wanted some black tea because I had a fucking headache from that whores stupidity and the my eyes had landed on him and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him. My headache had melted away too, like it always did. I remember that if I didnt feel well, all I had to do was look into those teal golden green eyes and everything would be okay. I remember that if I was cold or feeling moody, all I had to do was hold Eren close and play with his messy brown locks. Which by the way was still as messy as I remember.

That was why it hurt when he told me to come back tomorrow. I had a feeling that Eren wouldnt be here tomorrow. So I had left but I had slouched against the wall when Eren and his friend had come out of the café. In the dark I could see Eren and his friend walk the way I had come from.

"Wait... Eren..." Was I had intended to say aloud but it came out as a whisper instead.

I was angry with myself when I entered my home. I hated myself when I threw myself onto my bed. I hated knowing the Petra was on the balcony, talking in a paniced voice to nobody but Oluo.

My last thoughts were about Eren and my sleep was filled with Eren and our memories that we made together... before I screwed everything up.